He sat in his chair, the floorboards creaking under his weight. He watched the peer list. There was only one other user connected. The IP address was a strange string of characters he didn't recognize, flashing too fast to read. Click. 100%.
He didn't know what P___C stood for when he clicked the link. But as his vision began to blur and his own memories started to feel like files being cut and pasted into a digital recycle bin, he finally understood. Download File P___C.torrent
DO NOT TURN OFF THE MACHINE, LEO. WE ARE HALFWAY THROUGH THE UPLOAD. He sat in his chair, the floorboards creaking
Leo looked up at his webcam. The tiny green recording light, which had been broken for over a year, was glowing a steady, malevolent green. The IP address was a strange string of
The file sat on the desktop, blinking with a sterile, generic icon: P___C.torrent .
It wasn't a download. It was a trade. And the file name was just shorthand for the buyer. Person_Captured.torrent
Leo froze. That was his name. That was the exact current time.